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“Of course, it is,” Glendian sighed, “I will not send more mages to their deaths unless your father sanctions it first. You can tell the whole kingdom I like men.” “That’s very noble of you, but I came here on another matter.” “And what would that be?” “Yavara’s revelation has stirred rumors of past high-elves that turned dark.” I gave Glendian a meaningful look, “I’d like to know if there’s credence to these rumors.” Glendian stood up and walked over to a large bookshelf. He pulled tits out a dusty volume and opened it on the bed, the pages flipping autonomously. “This is the journal of Headmaster Drourian during the reign shaved of King Vintian Ternias. It appears that a young woman began to gain features of a dark-elf and booked passage to Ardeni. Drourian writes that he believed it to be a disease, but then one of our men in Ardeni reported seeing a dark-elf with orange eyes running a brothel there. King Vintian Ternias disregarded the claim, and decided the woman was harmless as she was, and didn’t press the issue further. Drourian concluded that the woman in question was either a dark-elf who slipped through the cracks, or a high-elf with an unfortunate pigment condition.” “Orange eyes. That sounds like Alkandi to me.” I said. “I would’ve said it was impossible just yesterday.” Glendian shrugged, “Now, who knows?” “What was the girl’s name?” I asked. “Rheyari, no last name is listed.” “Could we find her in the census?” Glendian and I walked down the stairs from his chamber to the temple library. Glendian raised his hands above his head and said “Rheyari, census, anal years five-hundred to five-hundred-fifty.” A book flew from across the room and landed on the table in front of us before opening itself, and turning to the page we needed. “Here she is: Rheyari Cleatan.” Glendian said. “And her mother?” I asked. “Etonia Cleatan.” Glendian said as he scrolled through the text. “Search for her.” Glendian called out the name, “Etonia Cleatan.” A book flew across the room and landed on top of the census. It also opened to the page we needed. “That’s curious.” Glendian mumbled. “What?” I asked. “This is the constable’s report from five-seventy-one.” Glendian said as he adjusted his spectacles, “It appears Etonia Cleatan was murdered by her husband. He claimed to have caught her sleeping with a faun. No other reference of Etonia nor Rheyari has been recorded, save for Etonia’s census information.” “That is curious,” I replied, puzzling over the information, “Glendian, can you find the names of the Hardcore other elves who turned dark?” “I’ve already looked.” Glendian said wearily, “It was the first thing I did when I heard of Yavara’s fate, hence why I had Drourian’s journal at hand. One instance based doggystyle on a rumor hardly makes a pattern.” I tapped my lips. She began fingering herself, desperate for further stimulation. No sense covering up now, after he sucked them enough to make her cum. It was only for a second, but this close-up would be a wicked source for late night viewing for days to come. “Who did that?” Robert demanded. She would squirm and moan a little louder. There didn't appear to be any one M store at all. She Hardcore looked at me, then down doggystyle at her sperm-covered little sister. I don’t know why, I was too nervous to be horny, I’d never be able to focus enough to jerk off. She was begging me to let her cum as she took on the persona of Penny, her submissive alter ego. In moments, her hooves drummed on the drawbridge, hollow thuds that echoed around me. I took in a deep breath, smelling the air outside of the castle. I groaned as I pulled out and more cum shot from anal me onto her tits. "Out of the way!" “I can’t answer that, I’m not a woman. No one has seen him since about a week before I got this email from him and the reply address comes up as invalid. Curley slowed it down. “Well, as a matter of fact, it is sir. You realise we don’t invest hundreds of thousands of pounds in a group, no matter how talented they may be just after seeing them live once. “You look different tonight; what can I get for you?” The man said as the woman left. "I think you are ready for King now," she laughed. The zipper rasped as I drew it down. “After I come, don’t stop jacking me off.” She takes him in with both hands and strokes him furiously. Katy shaved started to struggle, then froze when she saw the knife. Now the fun part starts, it seems she isn’t sure about being top or bottom. I’ve got a 12 pack of Coors Light ided down, if you think we might need tits more, I’m sure you have a 12er or two laying around.” I nodded. “Mom, what's going...?” When Michael eventually pulled his dick out of Laura's mouth, she couldn't help moaning in disappointment. The hypnotic trigger must be tied to the latex clothes.